Ela Osaretin

"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage.
We had been married for exactly three years—three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment.
For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage.
Today, I finally received his message:
"I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport."
When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined—he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend.
In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air.
Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken—to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again.
He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end—almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be.
"Aurora, come back. I regret everything!"
Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me—only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!

Billionaire's Regret, Too Late!

People rarely pissed me off. They always made sure to be on their best behavior when they were around me.


On very rare occasions, when someone dares to even try and piss me off, I always put them in their places.


I was never one to let things slide. I was always quick to think of ruthless ways to punish them.


But with Aurora, I cannot think of getting back at her.


When she pisses me off, I am only momentarily angry and then I was back to wanting her ten times more.


So even if I felt mad this morning that she had used me, that anger faded just few minutes later and now I was looking forward to seeing her at the interview.


Even if I told her I was going to think about it. I already knew that I couldn’t say no to her.


This woman has me in the palm of her hands. And I do not know what to do about it.


After my meeting that morning, I headed for the conference room, mentally preparing myself to face her.


Chapter 32 The host